Chapter 103 Is there any other way?

“Third Sister, we’re trying to find out about Xiaotian, why are you bringing up Wuxing Yan again?” Gao Haiting frowned slightly, her tone edged with urgency, though beneath it lay a deep worry for Chu Tian’s safety.

“Wuxing Yan accepted us as disciples solely to cultivate Xiaotian’s Seven Orifices Exquisite Heart.”

“In other words, the seven of us all possess the Taiyin bloodline constitution, making us inherently destined as sacrifices prepared for Xiaotian.”

“The cultivation method Xiaotian practices is very unusual—something unheard of by us. Perhaps, it is precisely because of this unique method, combined with our special constitutions, that Xiaotian’s frenzy was triggered, causing him to lose control over his desires.”

Lin Qinghan furrowed her brows deeply, silently piecing together the puzzle, arriving at a conclusion that was nearly certain.

“Third Sister, if Xiaotian continues to lose control and cannot rein himself in, what will happen next?” Qin Shiya’s face was etched with concern, her thoughts consumed by worry for Chu Tian’s well-being, eager to find a solution quickly.

“Fourth Sister, think about the traditions of Taiji Mountain. What fate befell the women who underwent the Yin-yang extraction rituals?” Lin Qinghan sighed, her eyes deep with a shadow of sorrow.

The women listened, their faces draining of color in horror.

Without exception, their minds conjured the image of a desiccated corpse—a body drained of blood and vitality!

All seven women remained virgins to this day, naturally untouched by such rites.

Yet that did not mean they were ignorant of Taiji Mountain’s brutal methods.

They knew better than anyone how terrifying the Yin-yang extraction technique was.

“Is there... no way to stop it?” Gao Haiting gasped sharply, unable to hold back her question.

She believed Chu Tian would never intentionally harm them; if he had such intentions, he would have already acted against his seven senior sisters.

But recalling Chu Tian’s recent madness, clearly beyond control, there was a terrifying possibility he might do something even he could not manage.

“This is the consequence of Xiaotian’s cultivation method. Only his own willpower can save him—we cannot help him!” Lin Qinghan said firmly.

“Unless...” she sighed, her eyes flickering with a thought she hesitated to voice.

“Third Sister, unless what? If you have a way, say it quickly! Are you trying to drive us mad with anxiety?” Ye Bing asked impatiently.

“Unless, when Chu Tian is still lucid, the seven of us engage in dual cultivation with him, offering our virginity so his Seven Orifices Exquisite Heart can become complete. Only then might he fully control his technique.” Lin Qinghan’s cheeks flushed crimson, evidently embarrassed by the implication.

In an instant, the atmosphere thickened with tense ambiguity.

Though they had considered sacrificing themselves to Chu Tian before and were mentally prepared, now that the moment had arrived, nerves overwhelmed them.

After all, they had only recently come into contact with Chu Tian, and in matters of intimacy, especially before one’s first time, women often feel shy, uncertain, and hesitant.

“Third Sister, is that truly the only way?” Gao Haiting’s expression suggested she was searching for other possibilities.

“Besides this, can you think of anything else?” Lin Qinghan smiled bitterly.

Time slipped by, minute by minute, and darkness had fully settled.

No lights shone inside the villa; a dim gloom enveloped the space.

Chu Tian seemed unconscious, utterly still.

Outside the villa, the women waited anxiously, their worry growing with each passing moment.

“Xiaotian fell headfirst into the pool earlier—I wonder how he’s doing now. Should we go in and check?” Qin Shiya’s heart softened, concern for Chu Tian’s safety overriding caution about the dangers he might pose.

“Wait a moment. Rushing in now won’t help Xiaotian and could be far too dangerous.” Liu Qingxue waved her hand, dismissing Qin Shiya’s suggestion.

Chu Tian had told them to leave, likely to protect them.

Since his frenzy was caused by their Taiyin bloodline within them, they must not approach recklessly.

“Then I’ll call Fifth Sister. She still doesn’t know what’s happened to Xiaotian.” Qin Shiya paused, then pulled out her phone, preparing to dial Long Tianjiao.

Despite Long Tianjiao’s usual aloofness—she had even once imprisoned Chu Tian—she genuinely cared for this junior brother.

If she learned of his madness, she would surely hurry back immediately.

Late at night, at the Long family estate in Jinling.

“Grandfather, I must return to Tianmen City.” Long Tianjiao had already heard the news. With such a grave turn in Chu Tian’s condition, how could she remain at ease in Jinling?

“Tianjiao, have you forgotten your promise?” an imposing eighty-year-old sat in a grand chair before her.

He was Long Tianjiao’s grandfather, head of the Long family—Long Sihai.

“Grandfather, as long as you can intimidate the Situ family so they no longer seek revenge on Chu Tian or trouble my senior sisters, I must return to the family as promised.”

“You’ve only been back two weeks, and now you want to leave again. Does that mean your promise meant nothing?”

Long Sihai’s brows knitted tightly, firmly forbidding Long Tianjiao from leaving.

In truth, it was also for her own safety.

“Grandfather, Xiaotian has fallen into demonic deviation. I have to go back.” Long Tianjiao explained.

“Demonic deviation?”

“Taiji Mountain was never a legitimate sect. Wuxing Yan’s disciples are hardly good people. Why would you want to go back to him?” Long Sihai’s face darkened; his prejudice against Chu Tian was clear.

“Grandfather, Xiaotian is not what you think. He is different from Wuxing Yan!” Long Tianjiao’s expression hardened as she spoke with righteous conviction.

“Fine. I know you don’t want to hear bad things about your junior brother, but under no circumstances will I allow you to return to Tianmen City now.”

Long Sihai’s tone softened slightly but remained resolute.

“Why?” Long Tianjiao looked baffled, unable to understand why her grandfather was so eager to keep her in Jinling and forbid her from leaving.

“Tianjiao, you work at the Ancient Martial Arts Bureau. You should understand the cyclic conflict between North and South that happens every decade.”

“Now, with this time approaching, the Long family is especially vulnerable.”

“I’m keeping you at home for your safety.”

“Besides, you don’t know medicine. Even if you go back now, it’s too late to help that boy.”

Long Sihai sighed deeply, his words heavy with concern and fatherly care.